![]() I won't reveal any spoilers but the basic plotline is that Myles Clarkson is a failed concert pianist who has had to fall back on writing as a career. Which happened, it was made in 1971 with Alan Alda and Jacqueline Bisset and I must see it. My favorite sentence (I still have no idea what it means, since Arthur Treacher to me just means horrible, frightening, marine fast food) is "He's so stuffy he makes Arthur Treacher look sportivo." It's written with many explicit stage directions, along the lines of "Paula moved to the window and looked pensive," almost as if Fred Mustard Stewart had in mind selling it to a movie studio. ![]() Lots of sherry is drunk, but only specific brands. ![]() Myles and Paula Clarkson smoke TarGard Viceroys, use a Chemex coffeemaker, drink Diet Rite Cola, someone drives an XK-E (it's assumed we know, until the next page reveals, that's a Jaguar), someone's mother is described as a "Lady Clairol blonde." Paula wears Shalimar, her nemesis Roxanne wears Joy. It's wonderfully dated - the protagonists are thrilled with their newly renovated kitchen and its blue vinyl countertops - and effusively sprinkled with the most ghastly product placements. I devoured it with equal parts enjoyment and chagrin. ![]() This is a totally cheesy 1969 horror novel, along the lines of Rosemary's Baby and The Exorcist. ![]()
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